Conversation Space I.

[powersthatbe]

The room is small, intimate. You are alone. There is no sign of a way in or out. Ping-pong balls crunch underfoot, and empty giftboxes, meticulously wrapped and ribboned, are lined up against one wall, while a humming wall of server blades are racked on the opposite wall. A high-backed, gilt chair with red velvet cushions faces an ornate, full-length mirror, and beside the chair is a mug of steaming hot chocolate on a tiny side table, steaming invitingly from beneath a layer of fifteen half-melted marshmallows.

What do you do?

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[emperorsquared]

"I do," the Emperor says. "Though what pulled you here--it was chance and luck, primarily. It is with all of you this round. I will attempt to ask one."

[papacerberus]

The faint surprise is sign enough that Lupa wasn't expecting a positive response to his request. He nods gravely. "Thank you."

While he's very unsure about Arcana in general, and being forcibly marked makes his skin crawl at the thought right now, that gesture is enough to make him consider trying to trust Emperor.

Someday.